calm down, it's done.

all you need to know are these five words.

"hey, it's gonna be alright."

Story of the Other, Part Three

Another day arrives and after staring at the ceiling fan for 10 minutes, I realized it's already noon.

Whoever first said,

"You'd only miss something, once it's gone."

must've been either a romanticist , a sadist or someone really old.

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But honestly, you can't say what he said is wrong.

Old people would reminisce about their youth. Workers who'd look back at old school photos and yearbooks. And of course, those who've had loved (or almost) and lost.

And usually, you wouldn't appreciate the small finer details until it's gone.

Like that halal indonesian restaurant around the corner. Or the quiet open park where your problems would float away. Or that one place that sells nothing but chocolate melted in a million ways where everyone would meet just to chat. Especially that one moment when someone made a joke where everyone laughed at first then we go "What?!".

For most of us, we try to chase the memories. Only to kid ourselves in hoping that it would return. Because we thrive, we thrive for what once made us happy. An endless chase for the somewhat near impossible. The need to fulfill that void left inside once it had 'gone'.

For the few of us, we're lucky enough to be able to actually retrieve what had once disappeared and once again relive the blissful memories. How it ends however, could be just another déjà vu and it disappears once again or it could just be 'picking up from where we left of'. But this is only the exception to rule, the very lucky few.

Fortunately, for most of us who did not get the chance to relive what had once gone, we move on. To what we have now, to what is here. To finally acknowledge that it's definitely gone and the need to chase is futile.

Sure there's nothing wrong with flipping through the old scrap books for laughs and giggles. After all, our past is what shapes our future. Memories are what separates us from robots.

"For a new chapter to begin, the old one has to end."

fin.



co-written by M.

Story of the Other, Part Two

After a phone call.

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" It's that we found a story worth telling,

We got the script right,
We got the crew just right,
The perfect cast,

And we were Oh-so-close! to make something that'll affect somebody.

And Maybe just. Just Maybe!

Illuminate a small part of their world by telling our story.

But sometimes,

the beauty is in the attempt.

We took a shot. We did everything we could and we did it well.

It just didn't work out."

Story of the Other, Part One

Can we really foresee our own denial?

It's simple.

You know it's true,
When the very thought of it shakes you literally,
The very scent of the reminiscence sink your heart.
Smile, be joyous.

It's true.

M

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We hope.

Despite our common judgment and common sense who tells us otherwise, we still hope for the impossible.

We cling on that last bit of possibilities at the back of our mind even when we know wholeheartedly it may never happen.

Fate taunts us by giving us glimpse - a sudden flash of light at the corner of our eyes - but when we seek it again, it's gone.

But when it all fails, we blame our circumstances on bad luck, bad decisions and the endless void of being too late.


But you know what,
it's only too late if you've already given up.

It's a beautiful lie.

"We as human just generally think too much,
We are only as complicated as the way we think we are." -M

Think about it.

We do over think a lot. Simple situations turned gargantuan in our own heads. From striving to achieve excellence, or the never ever ending quest to seek acceptance, to even the blistering pain of losing the 9 out of 10 on a tram ride (yes you know who you are), it scars and is forever forged in the back of our mind.

Even though the agony we face from over thinking almost always leads us to regretting what we should or should not have done, we learn. As humans, we learn from our memories, be it good or bad, we are better prepared if the same opportunity returns.

The most valuable lesson one would learn is probably to follow their gut (or heart, which ever suits your personal preference) and whatever that comes of it doesn't matter, as you are who you are. Bottom line, never hesitate when it really matters.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Kill your fickle minded mind and just answer me already.

As my two weeks end, I've done some thinking and have imagined what if my decisions in life had switched like "What if I didn't switch schools?" or "What if I hadn't done this course?". Then I realized something. Four words can alter our lives completely. They are:

Umm.., Yes, No, and Maybe.

Umm..

This term is the most annoying. It's when no answer given but just an extension of the wait we have to endure. It's when one is forced to wait for the true answer.
The way people express this term varies, from "Your visa is still pending." to "Umm.. you know what, I'll tell you tomorrow" .


Yes.

This one can be tricky. It could be greatest three alphabet you will ever want to hear, or the worse. But in most cases, it brings the biggest joy out of the four terms or at least is the commonly positive outcome you'd wish to hear on BIG questions. Unless the questions is "Am I going to die?", then you're screwed.


No.

No, could be the most horrible thing the English language had to uncover to us all. Widely used as a form of rejection or denial and brings the negative slap-in-the-face to everyone. Though it might be a word you seek when you're facing a terrible illness or bankruptcy but in most cases, hearing NO will shatter you.


Maybe.


This is a weird one. This is when the person is one the fence and is unable to pick a side. It gives a glimpse of hope but still leaves a subtle feeling that it's not gonna happen. Mainly used by procrastinators to postpone whatever it is they want to do. Also used in different ways like "I'll think about it." or "We'll see."



So yeah. Be careful on what you decide for others, as it may very well alter their outcome in the future.

When life gives you lemons, make apple juice.

It was so easy being a child. Things were either black or white. No confusion, whatsoever.

And then we grow up and kabamslam.
How the hell did the grey come about?

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Truth and lies. Black and white. Good and bad. Angels and sinners.
Initially, everything seems clear. Everything is distinct - and in place.
But then nothing in life can really remain that clear-cut forever, anyway.

A wise man from one of the C.S.I episodes once said:

"It's every human's right to know the truth."

Eventually, we will be exposed to the existence of new concepts. Of dark truths (ie. secrets which are better left unknown) and white lies (lies we tell for finer reasons). A new breed of mixture.

These two are so integrated together - so "grey" - that in this modern day and time, it can be very difficult to tell them apart. In the intense world of law, lies are somehow bent and flowered to the extent where they appear to be as the actual truth. Then you have facts which are adversely searched for loop holes so they can be extorted as lies, or what one would call, "false truths".

All this is inevitable. This occurrence, this confusion, this..concept.
It can be seen in everyone, by their decisions, their clothing, their career, their way of life and even through the ones they love.

So I ask.
Is this what they truly want? Are they really pressured into making these decisions? Are they just plainly living a lie?

Who knows?
Question is, is it that wrong to live the lie if the lie feels good?

edited by theimportmodel.